I’m sure you know the saying: “Live every day as if it were your last”. And I’m sure you’re thinking, “What hogwash.” To believe that we can live every day the way we live our last days on earth is naïve and idealistic nonsense about improving the world. It just doesn’t work.
Do you sleep with your closet doors open or closed?
I don’t get dressed in the night, rather the opposite due to menopause, so the doors are closed.
My blogging friend Calensariel wrote a beautiful post about why she loves and continues to write >>>I write because<<<. It’s beautiful, well worth reading and it left me wondering about my own motivation. We all have different reason why we write and I was wondering what were mine? The love to write is one thing, but why do I share it with the world – well, part of the world anyway?
I love, just love clever people. This is an actual exchange of letters between a man named Stephen L. Tvedten and the Michigan Department of Environmental Quality, State of Michigan. The answer letter to the State of Michigan is in a class of it’s own and is a real treat. 🙂
A good of friend of mine passed away recently. She was 95 1/2 years old and it wasn’t unexpected, but still death left a mark once again. I met her when she was in her late 80’s and fell instantly in love with the little, stubborn, old Lady, who became our neighbor.
I don’t know if I am the only one, but I have to admit, that there were times when money was tight, so tight that we really had to juggle around what we had, to make ends meet. Times, when we searched our house top to bottom for change, so we could buy cigarettes and maybe a burger to share. Once or twice a check bounced, because we were just a little bit late with our deposits. The bank knew us, these were the times when bank employees actually knew you by name and we knew the employees as well.